COMPANIONS

WENDY:

The sky opened, transmitting rich blue clouds upon our sit-out. Hummingbirds, with their beautiful display, statically had us watching the plant in silence.

“Is your Grandpa going to be well?” Frederick began shortly.

There is no answer to his question, but I am glad he got the balls to break the silence.

“I hope he will be,” I adjusted to the new conversation. ”I got a bunch of things to tell and do with him.”

“Certainly.”

Silence fell between us again, but it was comfortable.

“Can you be at school? You know, with your Grandfather and the happenings, will you be able to concentrate?”

Instead of answering, I began to frown on how this might be the last time we sit and talk closely until the care home holds us again.

“Wen…?”

“I think I might need the school to aid my distraction.”

I chose instantly. I wouldn’t want to follow Grandpa’s condition closely; I doubt my stability to be involved. Even when I do not expect my relationship with Frederick to develop at school this sudd